Funny, but like retrieving an old file on the computer...I can instantly put myself back as a little boy, waking up on Sunday mornings, I swear to God....actually smelling my grandmother's meatballs frying on the stove downstairs...the sauce bubbling on the stove. The pasta drying on the wooden poles supported by the Chippendale style dining room chairs. It meant uncles/aunts and cousins were coming for dinner.
It was a memorable day when I graduated from the card table filled with small children to the big table where the adults gathered. LOL!
I too, eventually got to graduate to the adult table! Your memory took me back to staying with my grandparents "up home" as my parents called it, in the summer. Pappaw was a farmer and got up before daylight, I would lay in that warm bed piled high with handmade quilts and listen to him and my grandmother talk while she fixed breakfast. I can still smell the slab bacon and eggs straight out of the coop, and my Mammaw's biscuits which I've never been able to duplicate - of course, it being eastern Kentucky - there was gravy to go on those biscuits.
Pappaw would have the radio on - farm and weather reports with bluegrass music in between. Once Mammaw would coax us out of our cocoon-like beds and into the kitchen, we could usually talk Pappaw into doing a little jig to the music (he was pretty good) before we would devour that wonderful breakfast.
Really wonderful memories.